Madison had always known how to charm her way through any situation. But now, standing in the dimly lit back office of Utter’s upscale showroom, the mask of politeness and poise had fallen away. Her face was drawn, tense, as she looked down at the documents spread out on the table between her and Utter.

"Is this everything?" Utter’s voice was calm, calculated, though his eyes betrayed a hint of impatience. He ran a hand through his neatly combed hair, his gaze shifting from Madison to the ...